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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://community.equisearch.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>The School of Life with Horses : dogs</title><link>http://community.equisearch.com/blogs/inclined2ride/archive/tags/dogs/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: dogs</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Debug Build: 20917.1142)</generator><item><title>The Hearts of Angles Rest in Dogs </title><link>http://community.equisearch.com/blogs/inclined2ride/archive/2008/11/12/the-hearts-of-angles-rest-in-dogs.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 17:13:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">6880bf40-d9e2-4dfd-9289-aa3cb40116d4:306058</guid><dc:creator>inclined2ride</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://community.equisearch.com/blogs/inclined2ride/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=306058</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://community.equisearch.com/blogs/inclined2ride/archive/2008/11/12/the-hearts-of-angles-rest-in-dogs.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, November 11, 2008&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2MM45T1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/oxaO0nzPNo8/s1600-h/gay+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2MM45T1I/AAAAAAAAAdM/oxaO0nzPNo8/s320/gay+dogs.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267652666153586514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I
have kinda written this post for my blog friend, Denise. who was
missing her dog, Spooky, the other day and to anyone else who misses a
companion they have had to leave in the past be it dogs, kitties, or
horses. Winter seems to be the time of year I brood about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;quot;Because
God is never cruel, there is a reason for all things. We must know the
pain of loss; because if we never knew it, we would have no compassion
for others, and we would become monsters of self-regard, creatures of
unalloyed self-interest. The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to
our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a
better person of a good one.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl/9780739327425.html"&gt;-Dean Koontz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Mde4NuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MFl5sjoanHM/s1600-h/kaiser+sleeping+of+table+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Mde4NuI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MFl5sjoanHM/s320/kaiser+sleeping+of+table+.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267652670607865570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl/9780739327425.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;quot;Dogs&amp;#39;
lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the
pain is coming, you&amp;#39;re going to anguish, so you live fully in the
moment with them, never fail to share their joy or delight in their
innocence, because you can&amp;#39;t support the illusion that a dog can be
your lifelong companion. There&amp;#39;s such beauty in the hard honesty of
that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an
unbearable price.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl/9780739327425.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Dean Koontz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2MkVplYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Bf0svVo6WVw/s1600-h/sleeping+shepard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2MkVplYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Bf0svVo6WVw/s320/sleeping+shepard.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267652672448206210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe
loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow
ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl/9780739327425.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Dean Koontz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Md34ZmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pdm3sJg1EkQ/s1600-h/sleeping+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Md34ZmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pdm3sJg1EkQ/s320/sleeping+dogs.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267652670712735330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Mu8HJDI/AAAAAAAAAds/nBcIpRiM7x8/s1600-h/snuggling+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-hvicuitJw/SRp2Mu8HJDI/AAAAAAAAAds/nBcIpRiM7x8/s320/snuggling+dogs.jpg" style="margin:0px auto 10px;display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267652675293881394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The
follow quotes were taken from Dean Koontz - The Darkest Evening of the
Year - which I highly recommend to everyone in our little blog group.
It&amp;#39;s suspenseful and there is some violence, don&amp;#39;t forget who the
author is, but it is a really really good dog book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a
book review blog coming up when the snow flies up here, and I will go
into more detail about this book and a couple of others. But if you
guys want a good winter read - there it is. Click on Dean&amp;#39;s name above
for a link to the book.&lt;img src="http://community.equisearch.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=306058" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://community.equisearch.com/blogs/inclined2ride/archive/tags/dogs/default.aspx">dogs</category></item></channel></rss>